The Coach’s Discipline by Katherine Deane

Marathon runner Claire Jacobs has always dreamed of making it to the Olympics, but she has a habit of getting in her own way. With the help of Nick Fox, a legendary coach known for his unconventional techniques, she prepares for one last shot at her dream. Traumatic memories of her experience with her last coach still haunt Claire, though, and in spite of his reputation she finds it hard to trust Nick’s authority.

The more time he spends with Claire, the more Nick finds himself enchanted by her drive and deep commitment to her fellow runners. But when her self-destructive behavior crosses the line, Nick realizes he has only one option to help the woman he has come to care about so much—he will need to give her the first spanking of her life and make sure it is one she will not forget.

Despite his firm discipline, Claire quickly comes to crave Nick’s dominance and direction, and soon he has grown to be much more than just her coach. But when jealousy and misunderstandings threaten to tear the team apart, will she run away as she always has in the past, or can she trust in her newfound love and race toward her goals with an open heart?

Excerpt

Her brown eyes widened, and she swallowed. “You’re going to what?”

“You heard me the first time. I’m going to turn you over my knee and spank you, and then you are going to tell me what happened out there, and why you reacted as you did.” He locked his gaze on hers. “Come here, please.” Firm, resolute, leaving her no choice but to obey.

“I… I can’t.” She shook her head, as she stepped toward him, showing her confliction between her mind and her body.

“You can’t what? Take a spanking, or talk?” If she said no to the punishment, he would let her go. He wasn’t going to force her.

“I. Can’t. Talk.” She started crying as she came to stand in front of him.

This would be the first time he had ever done a spanking that wasn’t for pleasure. God, he hoped he was doing the right thing.

He took her hand, and led her to the chair in front of his desk. He slowly pushed her down over his lap, and let her situate herself. Her shorts rode up, showing the curve of her bottom. Her feet dangled above the floor, and her hands fidgeted between the floor and the legs of the chair. He wished this could have been a more enjoyable moment for both of them, but he shrugged off the desire and settled into the task at hand. Discipline. Time to man up, coach.

He stroked her hip, and laid his palm against the back of her shorts.

“Why you are in this position, Claire?”

“I lost my temper, I made a hard situation worse.” She sagged against his lap, sounding sadder than he had ever heard.

“We’ll start there,” he said and brought his palm down onto the back of her shorts three times fast, then moved to her other cheek, and gave her three more hard swats.

The loud sounds echoed through the small office.

“Mmmph,” she gave a startled cry, but remained in position. Her willing acceptance made it a lot easier to punish her. But he needed to get his point across, and she would be squirming over his lap very soon.